This is my first post of erotica anywhere ever. Be gentle
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There she is.
She’s so….I don’t even have the words. She’s special. She isn’t perfection, but she’s what I admire.
I love her hair, the way it curls at the end, ever so slightly. I want to wrap it around my fingertips, inhale the scent.
She has the smile of a vampire, and I wonder what it would be like. What it would be like to feel her teeth sink into that spot.
That sensitive spot on my beck where I go from ticklish to aroused depending on how hard the pressure is.
Oh no…I’m thinking about her *that way* AGAIN. It’s so wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking these things.
It’s so…taboo. But I can’t help it. And I’ll bet you’d want her, too.
I want to run my fingers through her hair and press her mouth to mine, make her yield to the assault of my tongue.
I want to hear that breathy moan, and feel her soft curves mold to the pressure of my hand. She’d probably try to wiggle out of my grasp…